TIME STANDS AS SENTINELS…

Grandpa used to wear a loin cloth like a ‘G’ string

Around his waist, hiding only his ‘very’ private parts.

It was Pa’s turn to start wearing a ‘dhoti’, over such

A ‘G’ string, since he wanted to cover his thighs also,

For modesty and etiquette, being a social animal.

I changed into wearing a ‘double’ dhoti smoother,

And flimsier, by the standard of snobs among us;

Leaving the upper limbs naked, and appealing.

My son took to wearing pants to change it.

Then my grandson cut its length and made

A shorter version and called it ‘Bermuda”.
[A British Overseas Territory, where they *
Approve it as an official dress and worn by
The Army as appropriate uniform in tropics.]

May be his son will wear only

an underwear or ‘brief’;

And his grandson may even refuse

to wear anything

As attire, and go stark naked,

all the way; all the time.

History repeats and resurrects itself,

and time stands still.

Only life and costumes change its courses…


"*klick